"How is it possible? How can this kid, who is just a student from Hanyi Club, be so talented?"
Wang Run's eyes narrowed and he looked at Du Ning with a slightly evil look.
Today Jieying Society wanted to suppress Hanyi Society, but it couldn't?
Zhao Dongcheng was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that Du Ning actually wrote another Mingzhou poem in front of him.
This is enough to prove that Du Ning's previous "Yong Mei" was not based on inspiration from others, but his own creation.
Then, his doubts about Du Ning are naturally unfounded.
Zhao Dongcheng looked ashamed and angry, and it felt like his own face had been slapped hard.
Li Changsheng said loudly: "Zhao Dongcheng, Mr. Du created "Dual Snow" Mingzhou. Now you have nothing to say, right? Why don't you apologize to me, the students of Hanyi Club!"
Zhao Dongcheng's face was extremely gloomy. It would be okay to ask him to apologize, but the key point here is the Xuemei Literary Meeting in public. Once he apologizes, it may affect his literary reputation, and his reputation will be discredited in front of the rich and powerful.
, became a laughing stock.
"This... this song doesn't count, this song doesn't count!"
Zhao Dongcheng said shamelessly and plausibly: "Perhaps this poem was written by Mr. Du based on inspiration from others. If he can learn from it once, he will naturally be able to learn from it the second time."
As soon as he finished speaking, many students in Hanyi Club laughed angrily.
I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.
Isn’t this a rogue act?
"Zhao Dongcheng, you are still a scholar, but you are acting shamelessly in public. Aren't you afraid of damaging your literary reputation and becoming a joke to the entire Nanping Mansion?" Li Changsheng accused.
Zhao Dongcheng said: "It's not that I, Zhao, have defaulted on the debt, but that Zhao believes that Du Gongzi must have borrowed other people's knowledge for his song "Duixue". As long as I borrowed other people's inspiration, I, Zhao, will not recognize it.
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"To put it in a strong position, can it be that the dignified students of the Jieying Society are so unable to lose in front of the public?"
"If you lose, you will find excuses to question, but they are still the children of powerful people."
"That's right, that's right."
The students of Hanyi Club shouted loudly, Zhao Dongcheng’s behavior is really disgusting!
The students of Jieying Society felt a little embarrassed and extremely angry.
It has become a habit for them to despise the students of Hanyi Club, but now they are being criticized by the students of Hanyi Club, which is unacceptable to them.
It was obviously Zhao Dongcheng who was cheating, but it made them feel ashamed.
"Shut up!"
Zhao Dongcheng was a little angry and said to Du Ning: "Master Du, if you have the ability, you can write another one. If you can write another Mingzhou poem, I, Zhao Dongcheng, will be convinced."
"Crazy guy!"
"Shameless words!"
There were angry shouts from the crowd.
Zhao Dongcheng simply went too far to bully others. He actually wanted Du Ning to compose another Mingzhou poem. He said this without fear of making people laugh.
Wang Run said: "Master Du can compose two Mingzhou poems, he must be full of literary thoughts and inspiration. Maybe he can really write a third Mingzhou poem. Mr. Du, let Zhao Dongcheng be convinced of his defeat!"
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"Brother Wang Run, don't you think this is too much?" Li Changsheng said in a deep voice.
"Master Du has great talent and he will certainly live up to expectations." Wang Run said without blushing or out of breath.
"Okay, since Brother Wang Run thinks highly of Du, Du should do his best."
Du Ning looked calm, but his eyes showed anger.
Since Zhao Dongcheng is not convinced, then let him be convinced and torture him until he loses his temper.
"Master Du has great courage, Wang admires him."
Wang Run's eyes turned cold.
"Brother Zhao, please give me a question." Du Ning said.
Zhao Dongcheng stared at Du Ning and said slowly: "For the third poem, please ask Mr. Du to use the words 'snow' and 'plum' as the title."
"Forcing someone to do something difficult is too much!" Li Changsheng shouted.
Zhao Dongcheng's expression did not change and he said to Du Ning: "Please Mr. Du write a poem."
Du Ning said solemnly: "If Du's poem is recited in the state again, I wonder if Brother Zhao can fulfill his promise and apologize to my Hanyi Club students?"
"If Mr. Du can do it, Zhao will definitely be convinced."
Zhao Dongcheng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth when he said these words.
He deliberately asked Du Ning to write poems with the words "snow" and "plum". Such a difficult topic may not be possible for even a seventh-grade Jinshi, let alone an eighth-grade candidate. After all, the requirement is to achieve a successful poem.
State.
"Master Du, you have to write well and don't let Mr. Wang down."
Wang Run's tone suddenly became very serious. It sounded like he was asking Du Ning to write poems well, but he also seemed to be threatening Du Ning. If he dared to write Mingzhou poems, he would not let Du Ning get a good harvest.
Similar.
Du Ning glanced at Wang Run and felt even more angry.
This is the Confucian and Taoist world of scholars. Even if Wang Run is the son of a magistrate, he cannot cover the sky with one hand, otherwise he will be criticized by scholars and will be infamy for thousands of years!
"Brother Wang, don't worry, Du will do his best."
Du Ning's tone was not panicked, but rather loud and clear, telling the other party that he was not afraid of the other party's threats.
"Okay, okay, okay." Wang Run nodded with "satisfaction".
Du Ning looked at the falling white snow outside the window, falling on the plum blossoms, and fell into thinking.
After a while, Du Ning relaxed his brows and picked up his pen to write a poem.
"Snow Plum"
Plum and snow contend for spring but refuse to fall,
Sao Renge's review of writing fees.
Mei Xu Xun's snow is three-thirds white,
The snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms.
After putting down the pen, the talent once again reached three feet high, turning into plum blossoms in full bloom, with white snow falling on them, lifelike and breathtakingly beautiful.
Another image of Mingzhou!
The whole audience was intoxicated by the poetry and fell silent.
This poem closely follows the theme, including "snow" and "plum blossoms", it is really amazing!
With a "plop", Zhao Dongcheng slumped down on the stool, his face full of disbelief and decadence.
"Three poems sing at the same time, I am not as good as me."
A student from the Jieying Society suddenly bowed deeply to Du Ning, then hid his face and left in shame and anger.
Lost! Lost!
Du Ning single-handedly wrote three poems in unison, and his writing surpassed that of Jie Yingshe!
Today's literary meeting finally made the students of Hanyi Club feel proud!
Now, even if someone from Jieyingshe wrote Mingzhou poems, it would be difficult for him to surpass Du Ning.
Du Ning threw the pen away and suddenly hit the desk with his palm. There was a sudden "bang" sound, which startled everyone nearby and also shocked Zhao Dongcheng.
"Du has finished his poem. Please fulfill your promise, Brother Zhao, and apologize to me, the student of Hanyi Society!" Du Ning said loudly.
This guy has been cheating and questioning himself many times, so it's Du Ning's turn to fight back.
"Presumptuous!"
Zhao Dongcheng stood up suddenly, pointed at Du Ning's nose and shouted: "Du Ning, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to speak to me like this? If I, Zhao Dongcheng, don't apologize today, what can you do to me?
What can you do to me!"
"You are just a young boy who has just entered the first grade, and I am a ninth grade scholar. You must pay attention to your identity!"